Get Up lyrics

[Chorus]
I'm rocking Number (N)ine jeans and they boot cuts
Chop off the head off the coupe, got a bowl cut (Woo, woo)
You not really havin’ no money, these geeks got me sick like a bowl of soup (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Painting her face while I'm rocking Margiela (Yeah)
b*tch bout to pull up and give me that woo
I'm in NY, but I’m going back to LA (Yeah, yeah)
Twizz turn that boy into noodle soup (Yeah)
I want all blue faces, that's my basis, I'm impatient (Yeah)
Yeah, this b*tch head so good, she made that sh*t her occupation (Woo, yeah)
You a lil' pus*y, who you tryna be, yeah
You see this drip on my body, the Alex McQueen, yeah
If this b*tch the queen of the X, then I'm the king
Lying b*tch, f*ck a crying b*tch
Yeah, I wine and dine a b*tch, (Yeah, yeah) and then she ate my kids (Yeah, yeah)
I don't have time for sh*t, (Yeah, yeah) I'm all about my biz (Woo, woo)

[Verse]
Yeah, sometimes on the X, nah, I can't get it up (Uh, uh, uh, yeah)
I poured a six of this motherf*cking wocky (I poured a four and)
I couldn’t get up (Yeah, yeah, woo)
I’m on the X, b*tch, I live on it, I'm on the— (Yeah, yeah)
He on the X, got a cliff on it (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I tune this out with a big body (Yeah, yeah)
b*tch, I’ma live by the sh*t that I say and then die bout it (Really, yeah, yeah)
[?] on my body the chain is too heavy, I'm late to the party
Had to be shipping this gas outta state and the zaza, somebody said that it farted (Yeah, yeah)
My b*tch told me I geek up way too much, say that I got retarded (Uh, uh, whoa)
I'm on the Tesla, b*tch, like I'm Elon Musk, hit every time and no target
Feel like I live on Mars (Yeah, yeah)
Flawless baguettes on my wrist, call up Elliante, told ’em I need it twice (Brrrrr)
Doubled and double back, I need the (Yeah) Cuban link, I need the big piece
I need the baguettes on watch and the big beast (Big, ay, uh)
Go retarded, I was starving, came out the belly, I came out the big beast (Came out the)
[Chorus]
I'm rocking Number (N)ine jeans and they boot cuts
Chop off the head off the coupe, got a bowl cut (Woo, woo)
You not really havin' no money, these geeks got me sick like a bowl of soup (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Painting her face while I'm rocking Margiela (Yeah)
b*tch bout to pull up and give me that woo
I'm in NY, but I'm going back to LA (Yeah, yeah)
Twizz turn that boy into noodle soup (Yeah)
I want all blue faces, that's my basis, I'm impatient (Yeah)
Yeah, this b*tch head so good, she made that sh*t her occupation (Woo, yeah)
You a lil' pus*y, who you tryna be, yeah
You see this drip on my body, the Alex McQueen, yeah
If this b*tch the queen of the X, then I'm the king
Lying b*tch, f*ck a crying b*tch
Yeah, I wine and dine a b*tch, (Yeah, yeah) and then she ate my kids (Yeah, yeah)
I don't have time for sh*t, (Yeah, yeah) I'm all about my biz (Woo, woo)